The Pounding Of Hearts - Funeral Suits

So long as I’m breathing

So what if I believe in

The heat of the love, the burning of skin

The gates to the woods, the swinging of limbs

Slow burn, fast healer

Too young to see it

The kick in the air from somewhere below

The pounding of hearts, the cages of smoke

I waited for a shiver

I waited for a bomb

I waited for a shiver

I waited for a bomb

So long as I’m breathing

So what if I believe in

The heat of the love, the burning of skin

The gates to the woods, the swinging of limbs

Slow burn, fast healer

Too young to see it

The kick in the air from somewhere below

The pounding of hearts, the cages of smoke

Now you know how to shoot, now you know how to kill

Now you know how to shoot, now you know how to kill

Now you know how to shoot, now you know how to kill

Now you know how to shoot, now you know how to kill

Now you know how to shoot, now you know how to kill

Now you know how to shoot, now you know how to kill